senseless suffering
and that starvation
my body faithfully carts
to the end, my goal
death, decay and destruction
are marks imprinted
in my immortal soul
and my spirit soars high
and higher
as i beat hard the harder element
that curtails my journey
to greener fodder
where body finds food
and soul rest
and until that break
i’m restless like a storm
going straight and, at times, in circle
knocking down
and knocked by forms
loosing vigor
and gaining strength
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